As of Yet, Untitled.
I rewatched and reread the Data Pair match. And bawled my eyes out during both. And then this little number wouldn't let me sleep until I wrote it. So this is the product of 5am drabble so I could finally get some sleep. I hope that explains the general suck it seems to be drenched in. T^T But as you all know, I'm a sucker for Yanagi Renji. So here you go.
Yanagi Renji slammed the front door of his soon-to-be old house. Distantly, he heard his father calling that he was late and that they needed to leave now or pay late fees on the moving truck.
Ignoring his father, Renji dashed to his room. Even though he had just seen Sadaharu, he wanted to touch their picture again. He had purposely left the photo out of hsi other boxes so he could hold onto something familiar on the long drive to his new home.
With a hoarse cry of shock, Renji dropped his tennis bag in the doorway, racing to the center of his room. It was completely empty. The picture was gone.
"'Kaa-san!" He yelped, trying to push away the panic and despair seizing his chest. "'K-kaa-san!!"
His mother appeared in his doorway, frowning. "Renji, don't shout." She caught the look on her son's face and the frown morphed into a look of concern. She took a hesitant step into the empty room. "Renji, what's wrong?"
"My picture!" He cried, amber eyes opening accusingly. "It's gone!"
His mother moved to stand beside her son. "Renji, we packed it for you. We didn't want you to forget it; I know how much that picture means to you." She placed a tentative hand on her usually-mild mannered son's arm.
"N-no, I need it! What if it breaks and then it's ruined?! Sadaharu will h-hate me if I let something happen to it. He...he'll hate me and-"
Renji hadn't realised he'd been speaking all this aloud, the words escaping his lips as soon as they crossed his mind. He also hadn't realised he was sobbing until his mother was kneeling, her arms around her son, pulling him into the warmth and safety of her chest. The sobs were heart-wrenching, shaking his frail body and his breaths came in ragged, choked gasps, all-the-while babbling mindlessly about his picture and Sadaharu and just how sorry he was.
It took a full fifteen minuted for Renji to completely calm down; to pry his now-cramped hands from the back of his mother's blouse while his father ushered his sister away from the doorway when she paused to stare.
When he finally pulled his face from his mother's collar, Renji's eyes were once again somber and serious, despite being red-rimmed and puffy. "I apologize for my outburst, Okaa-san. It was unnecessary." He mumbled, quickly retreating to grab his tennis bag and follow his sister to the car.
So anyway, I think the ending might be too abrupt, so I might change it later. But what did you guys think?
Yanagi Renji slammed the front door of his soon-to-be old house. Distantly, he heard his father calling that he was late and that they needed to leave now or pay late fees on the moving truck.
Ignoring his father, Renji dashed to his room. Even though he had just seen Sadaharu, he wanted to touch their picture again. He had purposely left the photo out of hsi other boxes so he could hold onto something familiar on the long drive to his new home.
With a hoarse cry of shock, Renji dropped his tennis bag in the doorway, racing to the center of his room. It was completely empty. The picture was gone.
"'Kaa-san!" He yelped, trying to push away the panic and despair seizing his chest. "'K-kaa-san!!"
His mother appeared in his doorway, frowning. "Renji, don't shout." She caught the look on her son's face and the frown morphed into a look of concern. She took a hesitant step into the empty room. "Renji, what's wrong?"
"My picture!" He cried, amber eyes opening accusingly. "It's gone!"
His mother moved to stand beside her son. "Renji, we packed it for you. We didn't want you to forget it; I know how much that picture means to you." She placed a tentative hand on her usually-mild mannered son's arm.
"N-no, I need it! What if it breaks and then it's ruined?! Sadaharu will h-hate me if I let something happen to it. He...he'll hate me and-"
Renji hadn't realised he'd been speaking all this aloud, the words escaping his lips as soon as they crossed his mind. He also hadn't realised he was sobbing until his mother was kneeling, her arms around her son, pulling him into the warmth and safety of her chest. The sobs were heart-wrenching, shaking his frail body and his breaths came in ragged, choked gasps, all-the-while babbling mindlessly about his picture and Sadaharu and just how sorry he was.
It took a full fifteen minuted for Renji to completely calm down; to pry his now-cramped hands from the back of his mother's blouse while his father ushered his sister away from the doorway when she paused to stare.
When he finally pulled his face from his mother's collar, Renji's eyes were once again somber and serious, despite being red-rimmed and puffy. "I apologize for my outburst, Okaa-san. It was unnecessary." He mumbled, quickly retreating to grab his tennis bag and follow his sister to the car.
So anyway, I think the ending might be too abrupt, so I might change it later. But what did you guys think?